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jordan river banks - planet 2 planet lyrics

[intro] k!llah priest & (h+ll razah)
yeah
yeah
(maccabeez)
yeah
(it’s a rebelution)
(el+razah)
(el+izrael)
(ghetto jezuz)
(k!llah priest)
uh, yeah
(yo priest)
[k!llah priest]
i blindfold thy flow with cloth cut solomon’s robe
the kind that crist’ stole, the diamond and soul
the nazareth man with gats in my hand, i spit that vengeance
the vain of the ghetto that sees thy vengeance
amongst, angels and devils, america’s planting seeds in my vine
the bud is the struggle, the pain ruined vines
cobwebs attach my brain to my skull
a poet tears fall from my eyеs, my ink is dull
when huey p. fell to his dеath, what did he think?
is all our black brothers gon’ be extinct?
was his last words whispered to a pastor
does the warm light turn blacker?
or was he panting like he had asthma?
nasa sending up shuttles
while we are down here on the earth, we have to hustle
i stare into the face of the deep, my body heat rise
i see the 24 elders, each tribe
144,000, from welfare office
to the prison in the ghetto housings
my face is a falcon, my mouth is a beak
look like the egyptian mystic man, i talk like a sheep

[chorus] k!llah priest x2
i move thru planets, like i move from ghetto to ghetto
i see a sphinx in my hood; when i walk thru my borough
it let’s me know where we’re from
from bethelehem to my hood; i still blow my gun
[h+ll razah]
as america is headed for doom
new born’s coming out the womb
breathing in poisonous fumes
different president but the same costume
prepare the table in the upper room
i heard christ coming in soon
we was raised off of marvin g+ye
now look at us now, we king tuts of the modern day
got hands like langston hughes, drop jewels
like curtis mayfield, made gangsta blues
black jew rap sammy davis
write a script like spike lee then take back our 40 acres
ayo, the hood is my resident, god is my president
i still hear pops playing duke ellington
in the projects, they keep felons in, on medicine
war veterans, coming home, more heroins
more guns in a minor’s hand
and wanna f+ck up our future plans

[k!llah priest]
yo, n+ggas cry like callixtus the third when rome fell
a future for a n+gga be thrown in jail
i see ogs cry over gangsta caskets
preacher say a prayer, close the lid and that’s it
b+st+rds, gang members and local thugs
sell drugs to survive, demons with four+fives
a cold nine does not exist; it’s only a hot gun with a warm clip
[chorus] k!llah priest x2

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